Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [580]

When I came into my room and switched on the light, I did not believe my eyes: near the table stood O. Or, rather, hung, like an empty dress that had been taken off the body. It was as though not a single spring remained under her dress; her arms drooped, springless; her legs, her voice hung limply. — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 580

Note

A striking simile that captures a person drained of all internal agency, transformed into an abandoned garment.